If I Were Rich

A tiny plant in the deepest of oceans Almost looks like me. The invisible wind blowing furiously And unseen almost looks like me A lost child in the desert trying to find His way home almost looks like me My destiny my future stares at me And I am almost lost in time I want to be famous and rich I want to grow my way out of the ocean. I want to be famous and rich I want to become visible to everyone around me. I want to wonder no more like a child I want to find my home in riches and fame.